Hush #MondayBlogs

We seek the quiet
the stillness that was snow
the Northern star become
the North
a climate allowing us
to take a breath

We move through stillness
remembered
against blizzard winds
and breathless cold
until each snow-tipped branch
holds its silent breath

We find the hush
against the skies
white as the snow upon the ground
a dreamscape travelled
through the mind
far from this every day – Caroline A. Slee